From Dartmouth to Charlottetin'

I'll be the first person to admit that being in a long distance relationship is hard. I always thought it was something I'd never be willing to do but that certainly isn't that case anymore, and I'm glad. Ryan and I started dating last May when I was living in Charlottetown, PEI. When I had to move back to Dartmouth, we figured out that we didn't want to be without each other, and we've been sticking it out ever since. Love is crazy/but awesome.

Ryan owns his own car so lately he's been making the wintery weekend trips to come see me. I had a week off from school/work and gladly made the shuttle-trek to Ye Olde Charlottetown.

Even in the winter (with the mud/slush mixtures), I love this place.

I thought the week was going to be boring in the best way possible. Ryan works full-time and had a writing deadline he had to meet by the end of the week. I was content vegging the whole time, but that's not how my week turned out.

Okay, I probably did do a decent amount of veggin'. But I also cooked/baked (not myself)/drank a buttload. Seriously, if I've ever over-did it on all of those things, this was the time. I even refferred to myself to Ryan as a "drunk house-wife" at one point.

Besides figuring out that cake pops are the funnest and cutest treats to bake, I ended up having a wild time. An awesome new found friend of mine, Jenn, planned a surprise birthday party for him. This could not have worked out greater considering Ryan's birthday is on St. Patty's day. We spent a lot of the week getting together hilarious stuff for said party. We went all out.

60 balloons, cake, cake-pops, green steamers and shot glasses, happy birthday banners, yada, yada, yada. Oh, we also got him a green dinosaur-meets-lizard pinata and filled it with fortune cookies, among other treats. My god he is lucky, am I right?

Here's me before Ryan blew out his 25 candles.

Aaaaand everyone who was drinking green beer on St. Patty's wish they were drinking this.

The party certainly wasn't as conservative this may seem.. It was pretty wild. Ryan took a shot filled with whipped cream from between my legs (messy but hilarious.) ..In the end I'm probably never going to get drunk off anything from a punch bowl ever again.

His birthday was yet another reason why I wanted to make the trip up to Charlottetown. I also miss good friends of mine that I rarely get to see and my old co-workers.

Even though long-distance romance isn't easy, having him in Charlottetown makes it a lot better as you can probably see.

Now I'm starting to feel bad that when he comes to see me, we're stuck in Fartmouth.

Oh well. :)

Till next toime,

Morgan